Friday, April 18, 2014

wannabepoetX

An expressive spirit has caught her and transformed her into a wannabepoet.A conduit of thoughts and feelings,past, present, fact, fiction, intuition,some have lived with for years,other brand new,she is unaware of their existence,until her pen strikes the paper.She shares these stories in her voice,images seen in a certain light,interesting words cobbled into phrases.Some are more personal, sensitive,near to her core, the strands that make "her".

It's freeing and frightening to be viewed so closely by unknown others.She is not sure of her direction,But she does not fear losing her way.